The Annual Clean Out

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The husband and I are sprawled, near dead from exhaustion, on our respective couches tonight. Moving even so much as to grab the remote seems like a task too much to bother with. My feet are killing me, there’s a nice sunburn smoldering on my shoulders and I should really hobble upstairs and take a shower. . . .

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